Sasha came home after a long night on the job. She worked at Streamers Strip Club on a very busy Friday night and came through the door of her apartment ready for a shower, a change of clothes, and a good crash on her bed. The 5’4” brunette beauty was the hit of the night. She had a way of dancing that almost literally pulled dollar bills out of men’s wallets on their own. Last night’s take was well over $1,800. That was even after the house took its share.
She plopped her heavy purse down on the dining room table and tossed her fur jacket on the backs of one of the chairs, not even looking back to see if it stayed or fell to the ground. Her pump heels came off next, fallen over with the spike heels pointing back at the door. Next, in the bathroom, she dropped her thin silk top to the cold tile floor beneath her pedicured feet, and following that dropped her black skirt in a rumpled heap. Her pink lace thong fell without a sound, and Sasha stood in front of the mirror checking her body for any aging flaws.
The breasts on the woman in the mirror were perky saucer cups, topped with dark pink nipples that stood out once free. Sasha wished she had larger breasts like some of the other girls at the club, but didn’t like some of the boob jobs they were getting. Better to keep them real than get a horrific hack job like Sheila’s, she thought to herself when she cupped them. Sasha looked over her body, admiring her curves and lines, sticking her tight rounded ass out as though in one of her dance routines satisfied that she still had what it took to make the kind of money she brought in. Her ass was definitely her best asset. Sasha also took time to notice her latest addition, a tattoo she got done last month of a red rose inside a Celtic circle. The tattoo was inked into her right side, above her hip. She smoothed her hand over it and felt for any lingering bumps. None were felt, so Sasha smiled at the work done and turned to the shower.
She turned the hot water on and let it run. The apartment water system was not the best, and experience told her to leave it run for roughly ten minutes before stepping into the tub. The maintenance man always said he’d fix it, but never got around to finishing it. Sasha just let it run until the mirror steamed before letting the water wash away the stink of cheap perfume and liquor. Sasha then turned to her bedroom to take off her jewelry.
Once inside her cramped bedroom, she stepped inside the walk-in closet to her dresser. Sitting on top was a jewelry box she received as a gift from one of her regulars. She opened it and slipped her earrings in, as well as two rings from her slender fingers. She closed it again and pulled open the top drawer that kept her bras and panties safe. It was there she found her little man in the middle of scrambling away from a medicine bottle she kept on the left side of the drawer.
“Why Kyle, you little brat!” she gasped. “You know you are not allowed to touch Sasha’s magic bottle.” The tiny Kyle fell on top of a black silk thong and looked up at his giantess stripper. He held his hand up as though she would slap her giant palm down on him in anger. This little man had been shrunken to roughly the height of nine inches. He was one of Sasha’s regulars at the club, and just three months ago he pledged to her during a lap dance that he wanted to worship her ass forever. Sasha took his offer to heart, and without him noticing, slipped one of the pills from the medicine bottle into his beer.
After that, it was a simple matter of getting the eager ass-worshipping Kyle to agree to a private session in the VIP rooms. He shelled out the money and let Sasha guide him back. He watched her walk in front of him, being led by the hand behind the red velvet curtain. Once inside, she sat him in one of the leather couches and sat on his lap, straddling his body and pushing her tits into his face. That’s when the pill took over. His hands found her toned cheeks and he gripped them while rubbing his face in her cleavage. Kyle was in heaven, and Sasha was heaven’s name. She giggled and half-heartedly tried to push away his hands, but let him hold her ass anyway. She let him have his fun until he started noticing the change.
Before Kyle knew it, his hands lost their hold on her rump, and his face rubbed down her flat tummy as her breasts rose above his head. Sasha was only 115 pounds, but as he shrunk, she gained in weight, by comparison. Now her hips and thighs felt like fallen logs on his puny legs. She kept grinding her hips and crotch on him as though nothing was wrong; in fact she was actually getting off on his reduction in size. She whipped her black hair around her shoulders as though riding a bucking bull, lap dancing to the music over the speakers. If not for the forgiving cushion of the leather couch, Sasha would have easily busted both of Kyle’s femur bones. His feet were being slapped around by her descending ass cheeks with each bounce she made. When it was all over, Kyle sat diminished on the huge leather couch, just as naked as Sasha in a pile of his own clothes, with her still straddling him. She looked like a sexual goddess looking down at him. He smelled her heated pussy scent and perfume, and saw that his enormous captor was lost in her own erotic dance.
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